There are three moons hanging in the sky.
This is a scene that will never be seen in the vast world.
The pure moonlight shone freely between the sky and the earth, making the hundreds of thousands of mountains seem to be covered with thick snow.
Just rustling among the endless mountains, the sound can easily spread hundreds of miles.
If there is an immortal who can ride the wind freely among the sea of ​​clouds and look down, he can see a golden-armored puppet as tall as a mountain, slowly moving mountains one after another.
There are also some ferocious beasts from ancient times with body lengths of thousands of feet, all covered with scars. Without exception, they are driven by golden-armored puppets holding long whips to perform hard labor, working hard and dragging the mountains.
Occasionally, some relics of the wilderness who were able to rest for a while, exhausted, used some mountain peaks as pillows and slept soundly. There was no trace of the innate ferocity in their bodies, all of which had been worn away by the endless hardships.
This picture, in this world, can only be passed down through word of mouth and lies, which is far from the truth.
Because no one dares to fly over these hundreds of thousands of mountains without authorization.
In the long history, there have indeed been some great demons in the upper five realms who did not believe in evil, and then were dragged down by countless gold-priced puppets, and eventually became one of those coolie demons, and ended up sleeping forever in the mountains.
Each of the huge skeletons cannot even be reincarnated.
On the top of those mountains, there was a dilapidated thatched hut. Behind the house was a vegetable garden with rare greenery. The hut was surrounded by a crooked wooden fence. There was a skinny watchdog lying at the door, panting slightly.
A thin old man stood in the open space outside the door, facing the mountain, reaching out and scratching his cheek, wondering what he was thinking.
The skinny dog ​​suddenly stood up, flew out, and roared in one direction.
A majestic wind, shaped like a tornado, swept away in a mighty manner, directly shattering a large sea of ​​dark clouds that obscured one of the bright moons.
The old man remained indifferent.
When the sea of ​​clouds broke, on the ground surrounding the mountain, a golden-armored puppet stood, holding a variety of exaggerated weapons that matched his body shape, many of which had the snow-white bones of ancient ferocious beasts as spears.
One of the golden-armored puppets threw the bone spear in his hand toward the sky, and the thunder roared, as if it had the power to create the world.
The spear aimed directly at two figures the size of rice grains in the distance in the sky.
The two visitors who came from afar showed their presence in person.
One of them was a tall old man, wearing a bright red robe. The surface of the robe was rippled with waves of blood, and ferocious faces appeared vaguely on the robe. He tried to stretch out his hand to reach out of the sea water, but it quickly disappeared and was blocked by the water.
Drowned in blood.
This burly old man wore a dark belt of unknown material, inlaid with fragments of a long sword.
Next to the old man is a junior with a young face, with a long sword hanging on each side of his waist, and a snow-white sword case slung across his back, revealing the hilts of three long swords.
Seeing that the spear was about to break through the air, the young man's eyes were burning, but they were not directed at the spear, but at the old man on the top of the mountain who had his back turned to them.
The powerful spear turned into powder and scattered everywhere after the red-robed old man glanced at it.
The other sharp weapons thrown at him were exactly the same, they all shattered before they even got close.
The old man in red robe was a little angry, not because he was blocked by this offensive, but because he was angry at the way the old guy treated guests. He was too underestimating people. He just let these golden-armored puppets take action, and finally killed the few in the cage underground.
The old guy was released and it was pretty much the same.
The old man in red robe sneered, "Old blind man, have you lived in someone else's territory for so long that you really forgot who the owner is? Are you just using these to tickle me?!"
He slapped it away, and a golden-armored puppet on the ground was instantly smashed into the ground, causing dust to fly.
After that, the attacks continued, and a series of noises like firecrackers appeared on the ground, and all the golden-armored puppets that were as towering as mountains were completely disappeared.
The short old man on the top of the mountain turned his head and "looked" at the two big monsters standing at the top of the world.
His eye sockets were actually empty, like two pitch-black bottomless abyss.
The short old man, who was called the old blind man, was still scratching his cheek.
Logically speaking, if the same monks in the Thirteenth Realm, or a handful of the secret Fourteenth Realm, fight in their own homes, unless outsiders bring unreasonable weapons, of course, there are also several such things.
All the people in the world can be counted together. Except for four swords, such as a white jade palace, a certain string of Buddhist beads, and a book, other than that, at home and in the world, everyone is generally invincible.
, it is even possible to beat the opponent to death.
Especially after reaching the first level of the Lost Second Realm, if you are full and hold on, go to other places to have fun, and be suppressed by the rules of that world, that is the most "natural" thing.
It's just that in the vast world, there are always a few exceptions, so why is it strange?
For example, this old blind man, a foreigner in a barbaric world, lives a more carefree life than his master.
Another example is Haoran Tianxia’s stinky nose.
The old blind man said hoarsely, "It's enough to let that guy do the talking. As for you two, if you stand so high again, I will be rude."
The "young man" with five swords on his body smiled.
As the youngest swordsman cultivator in the fifth realm, he participated in that earth-shattering battle and even defeated the swordsman of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, forcing him to become one of the gatekeepers of the Upside Down Mountain.
He felt that the old blind man under his feet was indeed very powerful, but not so powerful that he was lawless.
The red-robed old man's expression was gloomy and uncertain, and his fierce and violent aura almost made the river of time around him stand still.
But in the end he just snorted coldly, turned around and walked away.
The young swordsman with outstanding military exploits hesitated for a moment, then said anxious words in his heart, "Hurry up!"
Suddenly, a huge pulling force swept over the sword cultivator.
The Sword Fairy Demon was about to take this opportunity to draw his sword. He waited for the old blind man for a while, but found that the old man in red robe roared angrily, grabbed his shoulder, and threw him hard against the sky.
Then the red-robed old man waved his sleeves and rolled out a raging river of blood, trying to interrupt the energy that had been targeting the junior sword cultivator.
The heaven and earth are turned upside down, and the energy system is in chaos.
The red-robed old man's face changed slightly as he felt the suffocating pressure of the avenue. He waved his sleeves vigorously, and the long rivers of blood almost converged into a giant lake. He said sternly, "Old blind man, do you believe it or not that I will kill this hundred thousand mountain like yours?"
Destroy it?!"
The old blind man stopped scratching his cheek.
At this moment, a majestic voice came into this huge "little world", "That's enough."
The old man in red robe stopped angrily, put away his magical power, and the river of blood returned to Daxiu.
The old blind man stretched out his hand and grabbed the great sword fairy demon by his feet. He squatted down. The young demon with a horrified face found that he could not move. The short old man reached out and pulled out an eyeball from his eye socket and put it away.
He put it in his mouth and chewed it, then turned his head and spit it out, then spat it out on the ground. As a result, the scrawny old dog drooled and ran over to him and swallowed it in one gulp.
The old blind man stood up, raised his toes, and kicked the sword fairy who was missing an eyeball into the air, "This is for your sake."
Heaven and earth returned to silence.
The old blind man clasped his hands behind his back and walked towards the courtyard gate. He looked at the old dog and sneered, "A dog can't change its habit of eating shit."
I started to scratch my cheek again, turned around and walked towards the cliff. I always felt that some of the "pen and ink" on this scroll needed to be deleted or added.
Just kept standing like that.
The old blind man suddenly frowned, hesitated for a moment, moved his fingers slightly, and the golden-armored puppets who had stood up again sat down again.
This time the guests are an old man and a young woman from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.
The old blind man showed a smile to the dusty young woman that even he found awkward. I'm afraid whoever saw it would only find it eerie and terrifying.
Then he turned to look at the old man and said angrily, "Chen Qingdu, don't bother me! I won't help anyone this time!"
The boss of the Sword Qi Great Wall is Chen Qingdu.
Chen Qingdu asked, "Are you still a human being?"
The old blind man replied, "Ask yourself, are we still human?"
Chen Qingdu nodded and said, "I am."
The old blind man was silent for a moment and asked, "No matter how fierce the two worlds fight, can they be as powerful as before? If they are beaten to death, they will only break that one more. It was like this back then. After a thousand and ten thousand years, can it become as powerful as before?"
Where to go? Isn't the world still like this? What's the point? Maybe it can be completely overthrown and smashed, and reunited."
Chen Qingdu said, "You deserve to be blind."
The old blind man suddenly laughed and said, "That's good.
Let's get over you, a watchdog who works hard for others. A cunning rabbit is cooked by a lackey. One time is not enough, and you need to taste it again? I think the reason why you, the remnants of the prisoners, ended up in the situation you are in today is because of Chen Qing
It's all you people who are involved. I've been here for so long, do you know why I haven't been willing to look north? I'm afraid that when I see you, the biggest joke in the world, I will laugh to death."
The old blind man pointed at the trembling old dog at the door of the courtyard, "Look at Chen Qingdu, how much better is he?"
To be continued...